Medallion of St.Anthony

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 The mountains are so beautiful this time of year

As I watch the sun behind ride the horizon

The highway is quiet

As I feel the cold air from the crack in my window

I’ve been a long time gone

And a longer time to where I’m going 

When an old feeling washes by

Like the fading colors of the Pennsylvania sky

It settles deep in my chest

Warm like the embers of my mother’s hearth

Old yet familiar 

A sense of peace blooms from my sternum

So out of place from where I currently sit

A passing yet raw feeling of what it was like to have someone there

Someone to share moments like this

How long have I been on the move now

Place to place 

Without that sense of feeling safe

This emotion greets me like a lover I no longer know yet someone I also have not met

Maybe it’s the time of the season

And the snowy mountain roads

That brings it back to me

That sense of being loved and knowing that everything is going to be alright

I try so hard to be present with it

Not knowing how long it may linger

My fingers trace over my thrift shop found St.Anthony necklace

That looks at me from my rear view mirror

Maybe one day I’ll find it again

And be able to go home.

Comments

  1. Look upDecember 4, 2024 at 5:37 PM

    St Anthony, a steady courage to face the ups and downs of life, the call to love and forgive, to be concerned for the needs of others, to deal with crisis great and small, and to have our feet solidly on the ground of total trusting love and dependence on God.

    We The Runaways, We all can go home. Either it be out of rope or hope we can always return. Prodigal sons and daughters.

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